Boondocks~~Teens No More

5) Lyla White

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Huey frowns down at the body lying in a pool of blood. The forensic team gets to work, trying to find any piece of evidence or prints. Huey glares at the cops around. He wanted to investigate the body on his own and call people from the A.C.L.O.J to investigate, but they wouldn't have made it on time. The A.C.L.O.J had bases all over the world, on every continent, but the one in America was located in Washington.

"Excuse me," a cop walks up to Huey probably the lead investigator. "Can I see your identity."

Huey resists rolling his eyes as he pulls out a fake badge from his jacket pocket. "Drake Morgan. I'm a private investigator working for the DEA."

He frowns. "This is the FBI's case."

"Actually...sir," Huey fully turns to him. "This case has yet to be claimed by anyone, and last I checked, the only witness contacted us. Not...you."

"Us?"

"Me and my parter, Agent Lawrence. Wherever the hell he is..."

"The fuck you mean I can't pass?"

Ah. Speak of the crazy devil.

"Do you know who I am? Nigga lemme pass. Will Lawrence, private investigator. Now move nigga." Riley rounds the corner and strides to the men, looking pissed. He shakes his head.

Huey points his thumb at him. "That's him."

"Uh...yeah. I got that." He frowns at the two people walking to the forensic team.

"Where's Caesar?" Huey asks as Riley approaches.

"Kiara had come to pick him up before these FBI FUCKS dragged him away for interrogation." Riley made sure to shout FBI fucks so the others could hear him. They just glare at him and go back to their work. Riley looks down at the body. His face twists into a grimace. "Well damn. Whoever the killer was sure as hell hates niggas."

Huey checks his watch. "Riley, we should go. The FBI doesn't want us around, and I'm pretty sure they'll call the DEA."

"So?"

"Were not apart of the DEA, dumbass."

"Oh yea. Right. What 'bout the body tho?"

"We took the only witnesses. Best not be selfish and take the bodies too. C'mon." Huey walks back out the alley and over the yellow paper. Riley glares at the cop who stopped him from passing the first time as he follows. He flicks him off with a smirk as leaves.

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In the jet...

"So," Matt says, casually leaning on the side of the blonde's seat, "A model, huh? You know I applied too, but they didn't let me on the runway because they thought that I was so sexy I'd blind the public." Matt winks as he flexes a muscle. 

Chelsea glares up at him. "Can you, like, get out of my sight?"

"And into your pants instead?" He bounces his eyebrows.

"Matthew!" Kiara slaps the back of his head. "Scram!" Matthew just glares at her before walking away to his seat where Mike is. Kiara sighs. "Sorry about that, Miss Granger. He hasn't been laid in a while."

Chelsea snorts. "No shit. What kind of witness protection service is this?"

Kiara rolls her eyes. "One in a kind. I apologise for the delay, but we still have to wait for the other agents.

Chelsea nods. "I get it. Just keep the twin away from me."

Kiara claps her hands. "Done. Agent Jones will take care of that. Excuse me, I have to check on our other witness." Kiara walks to the end of the jet where Caesar sits, just staring out the window. "Hey," she says.